I grew up here in the city of Atlanta, and I tell you,
when I was a little girl, we used to move a lot.
Well, we got evicted a lot.
My mama made sure that when we got evicted,
she made sure we got evicted in the same neighborhood,
so we won't have to switch schools.
The bad part about being evicted was,
my mama always make us go knock on our old door
and ask dumb shit like,
did we get in the mail today?
Knock, knock, mama say, we get in the mail?
Knock, knock, mama say, we get in the mail?
She would like to know if she can borrow a pack of chicken
And mama was very particular about the house,
and she ran it, y'all.
She used to love the rental house with a chimney.
And I thought the reason why she wanted the house with the chimney
is because she wanted Santa Claus to come see her black kids.
But that's not what it was.
The reason why she wanted the house with the chimney
is because she wanted Santa Claus to come see her black kids.
That's not what it was.
The reason why she wanted the house with the chimney
is because we were poor as fuck,
and we couldn't afford light and gas,
so she would always keep the fucking lights on,
and we would have the cookin' the fuckin' fire place.
And if you don't come over our house in the summertime,
it's a hundred degree.
We got a crack-up bare fireplace door.
Lookin' with a hole wreckin' that fried chicken on Pinewood.
The walls sweatin', we sweatin', we in our underwear
lookin' like we just got off a fuckin' boat.
My mama got the only fuckin' fan in her face
watchin' the young and the restless.
Pinewood and grease back down, poppin' on her whip out down.
My mama is hot, it's hot.
She's like, take it like a man.
I'm like, bitch, I am a girl.
Couple days later, I get to school y'all.
My principal comin' to me a big ol' tall man
with thick-ass glasses.
Lookin' like if he couldn't read,
he coulda made it to the NBA.
He come up to me, and he was like,
young lady, I need to speak to you in the office.
So I walk in the office and know a lot of polies down.
The counselor down, my teacher down, and he's down.
And all these motherfuckers stand there looking at me.
I'm like, what the fuck goin' on?
Cause you know I been cussin' my whole damn life.
And he looked at me and he said,
we know that you got a bunch of bruises
and blisters and burns all on you.
We wanna know what's goin' on at the house.
I'm like, nigga, no.
I was frying chicken in the chimney.
He looked at me and said,
you get your black ass back to class.
I thought she was being abused.
I'm like, bitch, I am being abused.
She'll be frying no fuckin' chicken in no chimney
and no fourth grade.
Watch Ms. Pat, y'all wanna hear somethin' crazy?
